Chapter Thirty-Five: What’s So Special About a Six-Hundred-Thousand Car?

Qin Muxue saw the keys to the Mercedes G-Class, and her delicate face was filled with disbelief. This was a Mercedes G-Class, worth over a million yuan. And to be honest, if this car was truly a gift from Chen Yang, it would be a gift that touched her heart.

In fact, Qin Muxue had long made up her mind that, once her company made enough money, she would upgrade to a Mercedes G-Class. She couldn't quite explain why—she simply liked it, felt that the car matched her temperament.

After handing over the keys, Chen Yang looked at Qin Yan and said, "From now on, don't come flaunting your little broken Mercedes in front of Muxue. Wait until you can afford a car that's more expensive than hers before you try to make trouble again."

Qin Yan glanced at the tall, handsome Mercedes G-Class parked by the roadside, feeling shaken. Could it be that Qin Muxue truly bought this car? But that was impossible—the car cost more than one and a half million yuan, and with her small, struggling company, how could Qin Muxue afford such an expensive car?

Qin Yan immediately thought of a possibility, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "Ha, Chen Yang, Qin Muxue, don't make me laugh. Where did you rent this car from, trying to show off in front of me?"

Just then, Qin Yan was also feeling disgruntled. Hearing Qin Yan say that Qin Muxue's car was rented, she immediately found a point to attack, covering her mouth as she laughed. "Exactly, I said so—how could someone of her caliber afford a car like this?"

Chen Yang looked at the mocking faces of Qin Yan and Qin Yan and gave a cold smile. "It seems you two won't shed tears until you see the coffin."

With that, Chen Yang strode over to the Mercedes G-Class, opened the car door, and took out a purchase contract from the glove compartment. The name listed as the owner of the vehicle was none other than Qin Muxue.

Holding the contract, Chen Yang walked up to Qin Yan and Qin Yan, showing them the owner's name and the bright red seal below. "I didn't want to embarrass you, but you insisted. Now, do you see clearly?"

Qin Yan and Qin Yan saw the contract and were speechless for a moment.

The contract was obviously genuine, especially the seal, which couldn't be forged. Besides, Chen Yang had no way of knowing in advance that they would come to mock Qin Muxue, so there was no reason to prepare a fake. Thus, the only possible conclusion was that the contract was real.

Qin Muxue truly owned a Mercedes G-Class.

Seeing the awkward expressions on Qin Yan and Qin Yan's faces, Chen Yang felt these women truly had nothing better to do—always coming over just to be mocked by him. He even wondered if there was something wrong with them.

Seeing the women at a loss for words, Chen Yang shook the contract and said, "If I were you, I'd wish for a crack in the ground to crawl into, car and all."

Qin Yan, unwilling to concede, retorted, "Hmph, what's there to be so proud of? Who knows if that contract is real or fake?"

Chen Yang couldn't be bothered to argue with her, giving a cold laugh. "The real can't be faked, and the fake can't be made real. Anyway, stop showing off your little broken Mercedes in front of Muxue."

Qin Yan and Qin Yan both felt thoroughly annoyed. Chen Yang's tone was so arrogant, calling a Mercedes a 'broken car'—who did he think he was?

After that, Chen Yang had no desire to waste more words on them and smiled lightly. "Both of you should leave. There's nothing to flaunt with that car anyway."

"What's there for you to be proud of?" Qin Yan shot Chen Yang a resentful glance.

Chen Yang laughed heartily. "If you have the ability, buy a Mercedes G-Class too. Can you afford it?"

This left Qin Yan momentarily speechless. With her current finances, she could manage a Mercedes worth fifty thousand, but a G-Class costing over a million was far out of reach.

She was furious, unable to understand how Qin Muxue could possibly afford a Mercedes G-Class.

Qin Yan and Qin Yan got ready to drive away.

But Chen Yang, knowing how these two always caused trouble for Qin Muxue, felt he had to intervene.

Suddenly, he called out, "Hey, Qin Yan."

Qin Yan turned to look at Chen Yang, face calm. "What do you want now?"

Chen Yang's gaze was cold as he spoke. "Remember, this is my final warning to you. Mind your behavior, mind your business, and stay out of Muxue's affairs. Don't bring trouble upon yourself again. If I see this happen one more time, I promise you'll regret it deeply."

His eyes were icy, his voice colder still.

Though Qin Yan had always looked down on Chen Yang, she was surprised to find herself fearing him at that moment. Chen Yang seemed like a harbinger of doom, and she was genuinely afraid.

Qin Yan bit her lip and said nothing more, driving away.

Qin Yan followed.

As soon as they left, Qin Muxue turned to Chen Yang and asked, "Chen Yang, what's all this about? Where did the car come from?"

Chen Yang smiled. "Honey, if I told you President Shen sold it to me for a low price, and I used my savings to buy it because it was such a rare opportunity, would you believe me?"

This was the excuse Chen Yang had prepared long ago. Since Shen Donghua was his associate, he could push everything onto him and temporarily hide his identity as a billionaire.

Truthfully, he really didn't want his parents-in-law to know about his vast wealth, so naturally, he couldn't tell Qin Muxue either.

Chen Yang thought to himself that a low-key sense of pride suited him just fine.

Qin Muxue was surprised. "President Shen sold it to you cheaply?"

"Yes. He probably has too many cars. This one's basically new. I don't know why he decided to sell it for such a low price, but since he offered it to me for a bit over seven hundred thousand, I couldn't pass it up," Chen Yang explained.

"Seven hundred thousand—you bought this car for just over seven hundred thousand?" Qin Muxue was astonished.

"Yes. I had some savings, plus the commission President Shen gave me for bringing in that million sponsorship for you. That was enough to buy the car," Chen Yang said softly.

"Is that so?"

Qin Muxue was skeptical. Something felt off, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. It just seemed strange.

But thinking it over, Chen Yang's explanation was plausible.

"You paid the full amount?" Qin Muxue asked.

"Not exactly. I'm still short about ten thousand, but President Shen said there's no rush to pay it back," Chen Yang replied.

In reality, with his resources, he could buy a thousand of these cars—there was no way he'd owe Shen Donghua a mere ten thousand. But he wanted to make his story believable.

Qin Muxue thought for a moment, then said, "Chen Yang, I don't have much savings right now. Let me help you pay back that ten thousand to President Shen, and I'll slowly pay you back the rest."

Chen Yang couldn't help but smile. "Honey, there's no need. I don't lack that little bit of money."

"No, the gift is too generous. I have to pay you back," Qin Muxue said firmly.

"Alright, alright. If you insist, then so be it," Chen Yang relented. As long as she accepted the G-Class, his goal was achieved.

And there was an even greater surprise waiting for Qin Muxue—a villa. But that would be saved for her birthday.

Later, Chen Yang and Qin Muxue returned home. Qin Muxue still drove her Corolla, while Chen Yang drove the Mercedes G-Class up to the villa's gate.

Finally, Qin Muxue could drive her dream Mercedes G-Class, and her happiness was beyond words.

But just as they entered the house, Han Qin suddenly sprang up from the sofa, hurried over to Qin Muxue, and asked earnestly, "Muxue, do you still have any money? Could you lend your mother some?"

Seeing Han Qin's anxious expression, Qin Muxue's heart skipped a beat. She wondered if something had happened at home and quickly asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Is something going on?"

Han Qin became excited. "Xiaoxue, let me tell you, I'm about to invest in an international bond with your Aunt Li. You wouldn't believe it—last month, Aunt Li invested a hundred thousand and got a return of a million! I want to try investing a hundred thousand myself, but I'm short thirty thousand. Can you lend me some? When the investment pays off, I'll pay you back as soon as possible."

Hearing Han Qin's words, Chen Yang's heart sank. He silently thought to himself, "Oh no, mother-in-law is being scammed!"